THE HOUSE AND ME 2019
The house I grew up in and I are disintegrating at about the same rate. Actually the old house may be even more wrecked than me but its dilapidation is far more interesting to behold.
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- We weren’t well off enough to have either a parlor or a living room; instead we had the ‘front room.’
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- Looking into what was my bedroom. That was my perfect introvert’s sanctuary…no brothers allowed.
It is sad to see the “home place” fall into ruin. The home place of my paternal grandparents was sold and eventually they burned it down. The house I grew up in Bridgeville is now under the parking lot of a Dollar Store, and my Mother’s home in Pot Nets was torn down and replaced with a house that is about the size of the Queen Mary. Time indeed does march on.